His Mother Should Have Swallowed.

You know, last night if the first time I've hung out with that many friends at once in a very long time. I wish that other friends could have been there. We got drunk, played guitar hero, had fun, talked, joked, were amused with the cops.

Yeah, the cops.

So, my friends are over, we're playing guitar hero, volume is a lil cranked up, I mean hell, its guitar hero, and if the volume ain't a little loud, where's the fun?? Midnight rolls around, and all of a sudden there's a banging at my door. I figure its either the tool from the apartment upstairs to tell me to turn that shit down, or maybe my buddy Shaun who saw how much I called him earlier and wanting to see wtf was up.

Nope. Three cops on duty at my door, "Yeah, we got a noise complaint from here?" I really had to control myself from not laughing. Told him I was sorry, would turn it down, blah blah blah. He said that it would be better if I turned it off and just quieted for the evening. I agreed, told him no problem.

He let me off with a warning, apparently my city has a 24 hr bylaw on noise control. Anyone can make a complaint at any time in the day if you are making too much noise. I was amused, to say the least. I closed the door, walked back into the living room, we turned the game down (not off).

Then we decided that if we were to continue our night of revelry....We needed something more. So we went to our various houses, picked up some booze, and returned to my abode, with not just the alcohol, but an extra person. LOL

Yeah, cuz that is the best way to keep the noise levels down *snickers*

So we were up until around 6am, playing guitar hero, shootin' the shit, havign fun, just relaxing and chilling.

I know who called the cops on me. The same tool that couldn't please his girlfriend if you gave him a map to the clitoris.

I think it is amusing that even with the little dick he has, and all the steroids pumped into him from his supposed "wrestling" career (he plays pretend with his friends), that he'd have the balls to simply confront me about his issues. Nah, the guy can't even do that.

He just makes false accusations against me at work, gives me dirty looks, and apparently calls the cops on me when my music is a little high.

I had my friends tell me I should return the favor at some point, but I'm hardly a vengeful person in such regards. I mean hell, the noise I hear from them is 3-4 minutes of the bed squeaking every now and then, and a solid thump when he drops one of his weights.

Admittedly, the sqeaking keeps me up, but in all seriousness, by the time the cops even got here to respond to the complaint, it'd be long over. Which hardly constitutes much of a noise complaint.

Of course, there is a lot more this guy has done, that just strengthens the resolution that he is, without a doubt, a tool. However I'm bound under a confidentiality agreement not to share that precious information. Not that I care, but I do need my job. *chuckles* Lets just say that I've seen rocks smarter than this guy, and bullets through the head more subtle.


Peace out and keep your voices down!!

Zodiak.